[Bucky's sure what comfort he finds in Sam is largely due to the symbiote pulling at them. Or because of Steve. Or the desire to keep the Winter Soldier at bay. Even though he knows that Sam enjoys helping, that they do better together than apart, and not just because the symbiote allows the relative free sharing of things like emotions and thoughts. Sam's a natural counselor, he remembers thinking before, a helping hand at the back before help is requested.
And Bucky likes Sam, maybe a bit more than he should, than he deserves.
That's the cusp of it all, really: what Bucky doesn't deserve.
He nods along with Sam's words, but he remains distant as best he can, never quite fully engaging in the conversation until those last few words. An immense sense of gratitude builds behind his walls, leaking through the holes. It's like before, that intense emotion that makes him more and more uncomfortable the longer he feels it.] You don't need to.
[Say thank you, he means and that slips through his walls. If anyone should be saying thank you, it's him, and yet the words stick to the roof of his mouth.]
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And Bucky likes Sam, maybe a bit more than he should, than he deserves.
That's the cusp of it all, really: what Bucky doesn't deserve.
He nods along with Sam's words, but he remains distant as best he can, never quite fully engaging in the conversation until those last few words. An immense sense of gratitude builds behind his walls, leaking through the holes. It's like before, that intense emotion that makes him more and more uncomfortable the longer he feels it.] You don't need to.
[Say thank you, he means and that slips through his walls. If anyone should be saying thank you, it's him, and yet the words stick to the roof of his mouth.]